And if you ever catch the midnight rambler I'll steal your mistress from under your nose Go easy with your cold fandango I'll stick my knife down your throat And, BABY IT HURTS.....
Summers here and the time is right for fighting in the streets boy, But what can a poor boy do, but sing for a rock'n'roll band....
hey why dont you go down to the supermarket and get something to eat? Steel something off the shelf, pass by the liquor store, be back by quarter to twelve.